Urban Foraging
Now that I live in Seattle, summer means cherries from Eastern Washington and autumn means apples. I have a vivid memory of the first time I saw a tree with flowers on it, so you better believe that I was kind of amazed when I first realized that there are happy fruit trees throughout my adopted city. My first summer, I drooled over the heavily-laden plum trees in the yard of a house across from my apartment building. Finally, I built up the confidence to go and knock on the door.
“Umm, excuse me, but I was wondering if you are going to pick all your plums?” Read More